Susan T. Aparejo Poems

The zephyr reminds me of nostalgic memories,
touching my brain softening my heart,
tears cascading from check,
squeezing my entity of childhood quart, .
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It seems so far away,
the footprints almost
perish to nothing.
I search and search
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My innocent eyes watches you?
Do you ever noticed?
when I touch you,
did you feel the comfort of my palm?
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' Goodbye', so hard to utter,
'Farewell', so difficult to express,
'Peace? ', how wonderful to say,
But how and what should I say?
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I was a far,
looking so far,
She is a vision,
So dear and so precious.
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Nobody knows not even ME,
The new bud rejoice of its being,
A baby cries during his birth,
All bless the new beginning of life.
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It starts in footprints,
to follow or to be followed.
those prints are vague,
from genes or games.
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The night is so long,
the dark wraps the body of fear and uncertainty
the moist of cool air drains the warm left,
the light is sipped by the madness of the night.
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Certificates fights,
Hearts beats swiftly
though and through,
points by points,
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When teardrops fall,
Rain follows in the furrows,
Watering the dried lands
Of the unreddened face,
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